The Game of Seduction (Arrington Family Series) Read Online Free PDF

rule.”
    “I just thought by now you would’ve given some water to the drought. I thought you were at least dating.”
    “I’ve been on dates, but no one has made it to three months. I’d rather be in a serious, monogamous relationship before giving up the goodies. Even though sometimes I wish I had a sex buddy, but I just laugh it off. It’s a crazy idea anyway, even though I’ve had sex buddies before.”
    “What about that fine Rasheed Vincent? I still don’t see how you two are just friends. He looks like he can handle himself in the bedroom or wherever you wanted him to handle it. Brotha is fine!”
    Rasheed? He would be the last person she’d want to be sex buddies with. Just her luck she’d fall harder for him than she already had, and then he would bounce like he always does. No … not him. Anybody but him.
    “Yes, he is definitely a fine piece of chocolate, but he would be the last person I would even consider.”
    “Uh huh. So in other words, you want him.”
    “I didn’t say that. I just um …”
    “Want him. You said when you first met, he was flirting with you, and you shut that way down. I’m not saying marry the guy; just get you some with no strings attached, unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
    She pondered Taylor’s no strings attached advice, even though for some reason Bria could imagine Rasheed tying her up and intoxicating her with kisses all over until he drove her up a wall. Maybe Rasheed as a sex buddy wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. He was definitely a playboy who had no interests in settling down. Even though she wanted to get married eventually, her main concern at present was making a wise decision about her career.
    Taylor was right. It was time to give some water to the drought, but was Rasheed the right man for the job? Wait, of course he was. She could only imagine how great he was in bed. The thought sent a quiver through her. She couldn’t believe she was actually pondering such a thing and with him of all people. She shook her ridiculous thoughts away.
    “Taylor, right now my main concern is …” Bria stopped as a thunderous bang started on the door, followed by the doorbell ringing as if it were a fire alarm. Then she heard her name in a loud, deep voice that belonged to the last person she wanted to see.
    “Bria Arrington, I know you’re in there,” Rasheed shouted.
    Great!
    The song “Funeral March” by Chopin played in her head. The dark piano chords reverberated with each beat of her heart.
    “Taylor, I have to go,” she said, walking toward the door, as the song in her head got louder with each step. “I’ll call you when I know for sure I’m coming to Atlanta.”
    Bria placed the cell phone on the foyer table and opened the door. There Rasheed stood tall, mad, and exquisite in an all-black-everything ensemble with a turtleneck sweater, slacks, and a double-breasted pea coat. The only non-black item was the beige-plaid Burberry scarf she’d given him for Christmas. His diamond earring sparkled in his left ear, and he smelled like he’d just stepped out of the shower—her favorite scent on a man. In his hand, he held a take-out bag from Lillian’s. On his face, he wore a scowl expression. Even though it was kind of sexy, she knew he was upset with her.
    He walked in quietly and closed the door. He gave her a scathing look and handed her the bag.
    “I thought you had an emergency at the hospital, Dr. Arrington.”
    Rasheed’s sarcastic tone made her turn on her heel, whisper a quick, “oh no,” and walk toward the living room. She knew when he was angry but because she had never personally felt his anger before, she was at a loss for words and didn’t have an appetite for whatever tasty dish he brought her from Lillian’s. Usually, the always hungry and ready-to-eat Bria would’ve ripped open the bag and begun to devour the meal. She could sense his eyes on the back of her neck as he strolled behind her, each hard click of